The West Union Gazette says that a few days ago, while John Bartlett was chopping wood, his dog attracted his attention by baying upon the bluff. He shouldered his ax and climbed the hill, when he found that his dog had cornered a lynx. As soon as he approached the beast turned upon Bartlett. He threw down his ax and ran, the lynx at his heels, the dog at the lynx, making a lively race for about a mile, when he went to the ground with the lynx on top. But the dog was on hand and closed his jaws on the animalís throat, actually holding it in this position until dead. But the lynx fought desperately with its legs, tearing open the dog so he died soon afterwards. The canine deserves a monument.